We whirled around like flakes in a snow globe.
Dad weaving miracles, keeping us un-cold.
5 peeps living under a sway-backed roof.
In a one-bedroom converted chicken coop.
Feathered tenants must've thought it a mansion.
Dad and Mom must've thought it a land-based Titanic.
Uncle Barnacle must've thought it a great place to crash.
Brother and I were just 2 gumdrops adrift in Candyland.
There're just two of us chicken coop people left.
We never chat about our chicken coop past.
I thank Rooster for busting his beak, keeping us fed.
And a hen who panned love from lean times and trash.
He prances around so proud like he owns the coop
He'd feed the hens but can't manoeuver the scoop
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
We forgot to close the coop and a
predator came calling.
We became entangled by his loop
and now the government he's uphauling.
We let a nemesis on the premises,
so billionaires he's installing..
Slashing and gutting Federal agencies.
What will survive this mauling?
The chaos and the casualties,
so tragic and appalling..
The McCormick’s chicken gatherer and feeder was only six-years-young
She was awakened daily at four-twenty, which was absolutely no fun.
But it was her duty to gather the eggs from the chicken house.
Sometimes when she entered there would dart out a mouse.
Once there was evidence of a fox in the midst of the flock.
One hen did not fare well, her head lying as if on a chopping block.
Worst of all, one day, the chicken house was in a dire way.
What is wrong, Lucille? asked mother. The chicken coop is on fire today.
And this is a sad carol,
Our voice of grief every yuletide,
And our song of plea and prayer,
Now and in every Nativity hereafter.
A partridge, two turtle doves,
Three French hens and four birds a-calling,
Yet on the hens you are always calling,
To slaughter, butcher and murder.
Chicken stew. Chicken pepper soup,
Even chicken cubes season every soup.
From Feliz navidad to crunching gizzard,
Chickens in coops now lifeless in soups.
O come all ye faithful,
Bring joy to the poultry world,
Easy and gentle go on chickens,
And with something else stock your kitchen.
God rest ye merry, gentlemen
And gentle ladies, so rest!
Leave us to merry, to enjoy,
To live long, we and our kins.
And whether it be local or hybrid,
Or white or coloured,
Chickens lives matter.
Oh, please, hark this herald!
Hula Hoop and Chicken Coop
had a hula hoop
we were thrown for a big loop
cruddy chicken coup
The hens have flown the coop
Their owner mystified
He hit them with his silver spoon
Didn't know they had pride
And now as folks leave Illinois
Governor Pritzker, take a think
From the tap of the hen-owner
You should no longer drink
Small mind
Big mouth
Hate the
Hate
Hate the
House
Like
A bird
Flying
South
I
Go
Where
There
Suits
MySelf
By: Bill MacEachern
03/13/21
If you were a chicken, how would you handle
The fear of being barbecued at somebody's castle
Would you fly the coop
Planning to paratroop
Drop some poop bombs, their party to cancel
If you were a chicken, how would you handle
The fear of being barbecued at somebody's castle
Would you flew the coop
Planning to paratroop
Drop some poop bombs, their party to cancel
chicken in the coop
feathers flying all around
those clucking clouds
9/7/2018
If you were a chicken, how would you handle
The fear of being barbecued at somebody's castle
Would you fly the coop
Planning to paratroop
Drop some poop bombs, their party to cancel
flu the coop
ran away from
what once was
of importance
turned back
turned blind eye
turned deaf ear
to the bounds
of the heart
that once existed
but now have all
but dissipated
Whaat, whaat, whaat are you doing?
IT’S TIME TO GET OUT OF BED!!!
Buut, buut, oh, where was I?
Oh yeah, IT’S TIME TO GET OUT OF BED!!!
Hey chicky, nice tushy you got there.
Don’t run, don’t make me chase you, baby
I don’t bite! Eh, eh, eh.
Oh by the way, IT’S TIME TO GET OUT OF BED!!!
Don’t, don’t, don’t I look good.
Watch me flap and ruffle my feathers.
Yes, yes, they are so beautiful.
HEY EVERYONE, LOOK AT MEEEE!!!
Who’s that? Who is entering MY coop?
Go ahead, if you try to grab one egg, I’ll kill you.
Are you new around here? Don’t you know I’m the boss?
No? I’m going to kill you anyways; ARGHHH!
It’s, it’s, it’s been a long day.
Hey chickies, stop running away.
Oh, and by, by, by the way;
IT’S TIME TO GO BACK TO BED!
I said
IT’S TIME TO GO BACK TO BED!!!
For Back to the Barnyard contest
Snuck out of the house to see my boyfriend that night.
Neighborhood dogs charged barking. Instilling such a fright.
Stepped into a mud puddle. My foot became stuck.
His cousins took up what little room there would have been for me in the truck.
Hoping my parents slept through the tattle tale of a squeaky gate.
Packed like sardines we made the great escape.
We had a long drive until we were to reach his cousins' house.
They looked a bit dirty. I hoped not to see a mouse.
Lit up some cigarettes noting my freedom as a miracle.
We pulled into the drive. Emptying out of the vehicle.
At that point in my life the puppet strings I wanted to sever.
My parents were strict. Which only made me clever.
Wanting some alone time, my boyfriend and I headed indoors.
Like the calm in the eye of a hurricane I had no idea what more was in store.
Like a scene from Joe's Apartment there were roaches everywhere.
Stood there in shock thinking "Why would my love bring me here?"
My eyes opened wide. My face with a look of disdain.
I told him "Take me home now and never ask me to do this again!"
May 15, 2015
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